I've always thought it was a little inappropriate to use Michael to define Al. His performance in The Godfather is understandable, but he's far more than the gangster godfather brooding on the edge of Lake Tahoe with his pistol out of the toilet.
Al's temperament is indeed too suitable for the theater, and too in line with the definition of emptiness, his eyes are always piercing and never able to focus. He could be the perfect Sonny yelling at Attica at the bank door, or Tony Montana pulling out his howitzer and yelling say hello to my lil friend. Still, the best fit for him is lefty who takes off his watch and purse to die, and Hanna who you can sit on my coach, you can fuck my wife, but you can't watch my fucking TV.
Who hasn't made the wrong call late at night like Frank did? Who hasn't asked about moving in together when it's inappropriate, like Frank?
He had known for a long time that his marriage to Denise was over, and he also knew that Helen, who had a child, was not living together. But the power of emptiness is too powerful, too strong to be defeated by most people.
When I was a kid, I still remember asking my dad, "Alcohol may be worse than urine, why do so many people like to drink?" My dad said to me, "I hope you will remember this question you asked today when you grow up."
And as I am writing this review, drinking my fourth sour tonight, too much citric acid has started to make me nauseous. Yeah, I still remember that question I asked, and I finally understand people who are addicted to alcohol.
After watching Sea of Love, I saw someone on IMBd saying that Frank was too unprofessional and put himself and his career at such a dangerous level.
Perhaps, you have overcome emptiness; perhaps, you have never seen emptiness.
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